Sometimes (Sophiam) EDITING

Chapter 3

Liam’s POV

Sophia and I leave, and she takes me in her car to my apartment. I’m just saying, as much as Sophia’s sweet and well intended, she can be a bit, uh, bitchy when it comes to others liking me. She even gets annoyed and jealous when all the fans throw themselves at me. Like, I wouldn’t cheat on my girlfriend, let alone with someone who just throws themselves at me. Sometimes it just annoys me, how she almost doesn’t trust me. We’re dating, for crying out loud. Trust is what all relationships are based on, well, and love. I’m not even sure it’s love yet. Sure, we’ve been going out for about 6 months, but I find it hard to just fall for people immediately. Not that that’s a bad thing, it’s good, because things may end before they even start.

Bringing me from my thoughts, Sophia speaks.

“Liam, we’re here!” I shake my head.

“Sorry Soph. I zoned out.” She giggles.

“What were you thinking about?” Excuses, excuses. I can’t tell her what I was thinking of.

“You.” I send her a halfhearted smile, but she doesn’t realize it’s halfhearted. She opens the door and hops out, and I follow suit, getting out of my door. I follow her inside my apartment. This is weird; she’s leading me into my apartment. As soon as we close the door, Sophia presses me up against the door and started kissing me. Someone got the wrong idea when I said I was thinking about them. I guess it’s my fault. I push her off me lightly; as I really have too much on my mind to do anything but think. She looks at me strangely.

Breaking the awkward moment, my phone rings. I take it out of my pocket and look at the caller ID. It says Daniel. No, I don’t know a Daniel. Okay, I may or may not have changed Danielle’s contact name to Daniel because Sophia doesn’t exactly know I still want to talk to her. The question is, though, is why she still has my number.

“Who’s Daniel?” Sophia asks, looking over my phone.

“An old friend. Can I take this call privately?” I ask, and she nods. I walk into my room and into my walk in closet, just to be safe. I know; I’m a terrible boyfriend.

“Dani?” I ask.